I was having a normal day at work until I received a delivery of a cake from the bakery where my husband worked. I thought it was such a sweet surprise, so I called my colleagues over to share the cake. The room FELL SILENT when I opened the box. In messy handwriting with chocolate cream, it said, “I AM DIVORCING YOU,” and A POSITIVE PREGNANCY TEST was lying on the icing.
Everyone knew my husband was a baker… and everyone also knew HE COULDN’T HAVE KIDS. My ears burned with embarrassment as my colleagues awkwardly left one by one. I stared at the positive test I had thrown in the trash at home that morning, unsure of what to do.
When I arrived home, my husband was pacing the floor, FUMING.
“TELL ME THE TEST ISN’T YOURS!” he demanded without greeting me. I shook my head.
“It is mine. Look, you have every right to walk away, but there’s one thing you need to know.⬇️
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